A middle-aged nun from Sicilia <br />met a dancing girl, name of Cecilia. <br />When they switched off the light <br />it was dark in the night <br />and the nun said, Cecilia I feel ya. <br /> <br />They were hauled to front up to the Pope, <br />who was harsh and said 'clemency....Nope'. <br />then they prayed over tea <br />and the Pope said 'to me <br />there is method and madness in dope.' <br /> <br />So he took them into the great hall, <br />where huge carpets hung high on a wall, <br />in a locked cedar chest <br />they found what he liked best <br />that is all I can tellyou, tis all. <br /> <br />(Well I lied it's a common affliction) , <br />which affects normal speech and one's diction, <br />as the day came to close <br />he said 'take off your hose <br />nylon panties cause way too much friction.' <br /> <br />Soon the dope had them snookered and hot, <br />so the Father went straight to his cot, <br />there he beckoned and cooed <br />and the words were all lewd..... <br />when the girls saw the porcellain pot. <br /> <br />Then the nun who was curious went <br />had a look at the pot (and the tent) , <br />saw the pot full of piss <br />and declined the big kiss <br />it was one big predicament. <br /> <br />There were four sturdy palace guards, too <br />they had nothing too urgent to do, <br />so the Pope asked them 'please <br />sit them onto my knees <br />and take out my old porcellain loo.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/papal-limerick/
